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I feel sorry for the man who marries you... because everyone thinks you're sweet and you're not.
I have thousands of opinions still - but that is down from millions - and, as always, I know nothing.
Public radio is alive and kicking, it always has been.
This identity, this mind, this particular cast of speech, is nearly over.
In New York one lives in the moment rather more than Socrates advised, so that at a party or alone in your room it will always be difficult to guess... →
I can't change the past, and I don't think I would. I don't expect to be understood. I like what I've written, the stories and two... →
If you like to read, sometimes it's interesting just to go and see what the reality is, of the word, of the seedy or not so seedy fiction writer... →
It bothers me that I won't live to see the end of the century, because, when I was young, in St. Louis, I remember saying to Marilyn, my sister... →
Memory, so complete and clear or so evasive, has to be ended, has to be put aside, as if one were leaving a chapel and bringing the prayer to an end... →
So an autobiography about death should include, in my case, an account of European Jewry and of Russian and Jewish events - pogroms and flights and... →
True stories, autobiographical stories, like some novels, begin long ago, before the acts in the account, before the birth of some of the people in... →
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